There's no answer, not verbally. But there is an oppressive feeling in her heart- like something's laughing at her, cruelly and adoringly, like this is her fault. Like it thinks she's stupid, the way you think a dog who can't see glass and keeps running into the patio door is. Stupid and cute and charming and helpless. But that's okay. The forest is with her now. It will take good care of her.





Forever.